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gondolindrim2013-03-25 03:58 am
sars_npcs) wrote in gondolindrim2013-03-25 03:58 am
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"A position of power. The day has suddenly become dark."
What is is about ambition that it never is attained during the easy, simple times, when everything is running smoothly? What is it about promotion that it comes to you in the moments when you hardly want it, even though you know that you are bound to accept anyway? Can no one attain anything without some other type of crisis or tragedy to prompt it. I do not mind doing my duty, but this is hardly how I would have accepted a temporary elevation were it my choice.
Gwaedhon: Here, look at these corpses.
Bodies of the cultists: *laid out in rows in the morgue, covered in white sheets*
Gwaedhon: each one an elf that crossed the ice with us
Ravion: Right that puts this into grim perspective.
Gwaedhon: Many have family here. They're asking what we'll be doing with the bodies. And with the captain out of commission and we haven't been told who'll be taking over, I don't know what to tell them.
Ravion: That IS a question. And someone MUST hold them back or find an acceptable answer before they riot.
Gwaedhon: thank you for volunteering, Ravion
Ravion: *snorts at this* A position of power. The day has suddenly become dark. In that case, we should hold the bodies a bit longer until someone can further inspect them.
Gwaedhon: Maybe they have some sort of virus that'll explain the madness.
Ravion: That is worth following up on. We'll need some of the healers.
Gwaedhon: I'm glad it's been cold weather lately. *looks at the laid out bodies under the white sheets*
Ravion: Quite. Without it we wouldn't be able to be having this discussion.
Gwaedhon: Or at least we'd be covering our noses. *crouches down and lifts up a corner of a sheet* She doesn't look mad.
Gwaedhon: But she looks like she died exhausted
Ravion: No *he's frowning as he gets a look himself* Much more of what you said.
Gwaedhon: *pulls the sheet back* I don't understand it. *crosses his arms* And I don't like it, Ravion
Ravion: I don't either. On either count. *that's a sigh* Perhaps the healers will find some explanation.
Gwaedhon: the bodies are your charge now. Learn what you can
Ravion: Of course I will. *and he's taking this very seriously*
Gwaedhon: I'm going to interview the families. Look for connections
Ravion: Of course. *grimly setting to it*
Were it my place, I would not have this happen at all, but somehow because it is not, I will see what I can do with it.
Gwaedhon: Here, look at these corpses.
Bodies of the cultists: *laid out in rows in the morgue, covered in white sheets*
Gwaedhon: each one an elf that crossed the ice with us
Ravion: Right that puts this into grim perspective.
Gwaedhon: Many have family here. They're asking what we'll be doing with the bodies. And with the captain out of commission and we haven't been told who'll be taking over, I don't know what to tell them.
Ravion: That IS a question. And someone MUST hold them back or find an acceptable answer before they riot.
Gwaedhon: thank you for volunteering, Ravion
Ravion: *snorts at this* A position of power. The day has suddenly become dark. In that case, we should hold the bodies a bit longer until someone can further inspect them.
Gwaedhon: Maybe they have some sort of virus that'll explain the madness.
Ravion: That is worth following up on. We'll need some of the healers.
Gwaedhon: I'm glad it's been cold weather lately. *looks at the laid out bodies under the white sheets*
Ravion: Quite. Without it we wouldn't be able to be having this discussion.
Gwaedhon: Or at least we'd be covering our noses. *crouches down and lifts up a corner of a sheet* She doesn't look mad.
Gwaedhon: But she looks like she died exhausted
Ravion: No *he's frowning as he gets a look himself* Much more of what you said.
Gwaedhon: *pulls the sheet back* I don't understand it. *crosses his arms* And I don't like it, Ravion
Ravion: I don't either. On either count. *that's a sigh* Perhaps the healers will find some explanation.
Gwaedhon: the bodies are your charge now. Learn what you can
Ravion: Of course I will. *and he's taking this very seriously*
Gwaedhon: I'm going to interview the families. Look for connections
Ravion: Of course. *grimly setting to it*
Were it my place, I would not have this happen at all, but somehow because it is not, I will see what I can do with it.